The stories we don’t tell are the ones that haunt us the most.
A baker's hands should be gentle but confident, like a musician playing an instrument.
Literature is the memory of humanity.
收敛精神,自己做主。
Tears are not the only weapon a woman has. The best one is between her legs.
城市是一个记忆的迷宫,每一条街道,每一栋建筑,每一个角落都藏着一个等待被发现的故事。